All dark mystery, I embrace it replete,
alone, night thinning into morning.
In this empty library, I face tall trees,
sparse rain soaking through rustling
leaves. Nesting swallows flutter, wet.
Orchid petals blur across stone steps.
It’s quiet. Memories come, and grief
suddenly caught and buffeted in wind.
translated by David Hinton
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Another breathtaking poem, still resonating through the centuries… Thank you for sharing so much, of the Ancients, your own lovely work, and that of other contemporaries.
Thank you, Emily, but I’m just happy that people like you appreciate these poems.